He has set me in dark places, like the dead of long ago.
For the enemy has persecuted my soul; he has crushed my life to the ground; he has made me dwell in darkness, like those who have long been dead.
Answer me quickly, O Lord; my spirit fails! Hide not Your face from me, lest I be like those who go down into the pit.
We grope along the wall like the blind, and we grope as if we had no eyes; we stumble at noonday as in the night; among those who are vigorous, we are as dead men.